Religion has no Slaves

Us people, we bear the cross.

A weight, ourselves have caused.

Seek relief, and suffer loss,

what use, to stop and pause?

 

No use at all, as we endure

and ponder life unbound.

Endure we must, to be secure

so follow those, claim to be found.

 

One trait exists, it weaves within,

reveals itself as pure.

Security, in love or sin,

wins both by peace and war.

 

Peace, hard thing to define;

war is much the same.

Choose, cross carried by Devine,

or freedom’s fight, ourselves to blame.

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